The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

is Bella

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

pounded like a drum, her

delicate hand and

"I've been waiting for your call every day, and finally, you've reached out." Justin's eyes narrowed in disbelief, staring

implied she must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a

waiting for my

frail, "Ms. Thompson, if I never

is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There followed a

extended considerable patience to the caller. She

often admired how

et

ine

composure. She was always willing to humble herself and endure hardships to achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background

for Bella. With

Thompson, I called

ready to testify as

up, her words trembling as if forced through gritted teeth, each filled with profound

eyelashes fluttered intensely, his heart raced,